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Chapter 223 Amon's Tomb
Chapter 223 Amon's Tomb
After reciting a spell to summon a messenger and briefly describing her request, Bernadette left without even taking the deposit he had prepared, saying that she would have to wait a week.
As the surrounding layers of green vines disappeared, Cyril returned to the restaurant and saw that Harvin had already gone home and was sitting at the table eating the dinner he had prepared for himself. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not say that he had bought dinner for himself.
Feeling the gaze fixed on her, Ha Wen, who was eating heartily, looked up at him:
"When did you show up?"
"Dinner looked good today, but I doubt you made it yourself, did you?"
Sirien nodded slightly: "A new restaurant has opened at 36 Wildy Street."
He paused, then asked with some curiosity, "Why are you back so early today?"
"By the way, how's your 'General Knowledge' potion digesting?"
Upon hearing this question, Ha Wen stopped eating, looked up at him, and said with undisguised excitement:
"The bicycles have already entered production and will be officially launched soon, which means that our investment will soon pay off."
"Aside from the bicycle sales, there shouldn't be anything else to do, so I can relax a bit."
"The 'Generalist' potion... well, actually I haven't paid much attention to it. You know, 'Generalists' don't have the flashy and interesting abilities of 'Apprentices,' and many times I even forget that I'm a Extraordinary."
"However, I feel that I'm almost done with the 'Generalist' potion. If I just delve a little deeper, I can invent something."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "That's good. I'll keep an eye out for the 'archaeologist' potion recipes later."
"An archaeologist?" A look of doubt flashed across Havin's face.
"Isn't this too far outside my field? I know absolutely nothing about archaeology."
...What's this? There are mechanical experts, astronomers, and alchemists behind them, and the scientific field is developing in all directions.
He muttered something to himself, then casually offered a word of comfort:
"It's alright. Potions come with some knowledge, and 'General Knowledge' individuals naturally have good learning abilities."
He paused, then began to mention his plan to go to sea to digest the magic potion:
"I've been promoted to 'Recorder,' which requires me to travel to different places to record local scenery, customs, and extraordinary abilities."
"I plan to go to the sea first. The countries of the Northern Continent all have colonies at sea, and with the local indigenous people, I can record a lot of scenery and customs in a short period of time."
"Don't worry, I have the ability to record 'teleportation' in advance. If I encounter danger, I can run away immediately and come back at any time."
Ha Wen frowned, hesitated for a long time as if she wanted to say something, and finally nodded:
"I have no objection. I trust your judgment and ability."
"But one thing: don't let me see your picture on the official wanted poster, and especially don't let my father and mother see it!"
Cyril smiled and patted him on the shoulder:
"Don't worry, I'm just going on a trip to see the scenery and customs at sea."
Havin nodded: "When do you plan to leave?"
Cyril pondered for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."
Late at night, after confirming that Ha Wen had fallen asleep.
After putting on his coat, Cyril took down the screaming scroll hanging next to his desk, put on the Peacekeeper, which he hadn't used in a long time, and the Inquisitor's Ring, and then placed his hand on the full-length mirror in the corner.
A deep blue light spread silently, condensing into an illusory door on the surface of the full-length mirror.
Then Cyril took a step forward, and his figure passed through the illusory gate as if through a water curtain, entering the mirror world.
Outside Backland, on the lower reaches of the Tasok River.
A crimson crescent moon barely peeked out of the mist in the sky, its crimson light illuminating the surroundings.
Amidst the rushing water, a deep blue light rippled across the surface, quickly solidifying into an illusory door reflected in the river.
The next second, Cyril, with pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes extending from his back, flew out from behind the "door" reflected in the river and landed steadily on the riverbank.
He looked around and, after confirming that there was nothing unusual, muttered to himself:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"I need some help to find the exact entrance to Amun's tomb."
Having received advance notice, Klein, who was still awake, sprang out of bed.
He hurriedly entered the washroom, leaving behind a spiritual wall, and then took four steps backward, entering the gray mist.
Using the prayer light that represented Cyril, he turned his gaze to the banks of the Tasok River in reality. After confirming that there were no hidden Amon clones around, he confidently began to scan his surroundings, while recalling the location that Miss Sharon had drawn on the map.
After comparing several options, he focused his attention on a hidden crevice at the foot of the mountain, less than 100 meters from Sirion.
He then projected what he saw into the crimson star that represented Cyril.
In reality, a thick gray fog suddenly filled his vision, and at the same time, a somewhat dim, real-time monitoring-like image appeared in his mind.
At the same time, the voice of "The Fool" Klein echoed in his ears:
"This is the place. There's no trace of Amon's clone around here."
"The only help I can offer you is to use the paper angel to clear away some negative influences and to guide you. Please be careful."
Cyril nodded calmly: "That's enough."
"By the way, if I don't call for help later, you'd better not look down. Knowing Amon's personality, there's a good chance there'll be one or two Time Worms here."
"...I see."
After Klein answered, Cyril felt the gaze from above disappear.
After looking around and confirming the direction, he headed straight for the entrance to Amon's Mausoleum, which Klein had pointed out.
In less than a minute, he found the gap that looked like it had been formed after a landslide, big enough for two adults to pass through.
Snapped!
With a crisp snap of the fingers, the surroundings were instantly illuminated by a bright but not dazzling light.
This is a "flash" trick that he has improved and can control freely, which he calls "illumination magic".
He peered into the brightly lit mountain crevice for a while, then took out a gold coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air. After a simple claim, he stepped into the crevice and walked down the path for about half a minute. Suddenly, the surroundings widened, and he entered an artificially modified underground cave.
Then he heard the sound of bats flapping their wings and snakes hissing.
Cyril frowned and looked around, then clenched his right fist and held it across his chest. His eyes turned pure white, as if they were filled with a great deal of light.
The next second, a blinding white light shot out from his eyes, illuminating the entire underground cave.
The sudden burst of intense light caused the bats hanging upside down from the cave ceiling, as well as the snakes coiled on the stone walls and the ground, to be temporarily blinded, thrown into confusion and panic, and scattered in all directions but unable to find their way.
Cyril's wing-like membranes, resembling dragonfly wings, fluttered gently, allowing him to float in mid-air as he flew toward the bronze-cast gate in front of him.
When he got closer, he discovered that the bronze door had been opened wide enough for an adult to pass through.
He didn't care and simply placed his hand on the door. A faint blue light rippled out like waves, and he passed right through it.
Beyond the gate lay darkness, with scattered spiritual lights of varying intensity, some dense and others dim, barely revealing that this was a dark, unlit passageway.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and a bright but not dazzling light instantly illuminated the surroundings.
The next second, a figure exactly like him appeared in front of him.
Cyril calmly looked at the shadowy figure disguised as him. In a crowd, such extraordinary creatures skilled in disguise could easily cause panic, but now that he was alone, this disguise seemed rather foolish.
Seemingly sensing the disdain in Cyril's calm eyes, the "he" opposite him writhed strangely, then lost weight, turning into a semi-transparent human skin, and pounced directly at him.
The shadowy human skin fell upon Cyril, as if its frail body were tightly enveloping him, attempting to suffocate him.
But the next second, the shadowy human skin turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp, with wisps of blue smoke rising from its body and making a sizzling sound.
"what!"
After a terrifying scream that was neither human nor inhuman, the shadowy human skin covering Cyril released him and floated away into the distance.
Behind it, Cyrion, covered in a refined full-body armor formed from pure dawn light, reached his hands into the air in front of him and pulled out a silver-white two-handed greatsword out of thin air.
call!
With a short, sharp sound, the crimson, human-skinned shadow was cleaved in two from the upper left to the lower right.
Cyril glanced around, then bent down and plunged the Dawn Sword into the ground.
The silver-white giant sword then disintegrated, turning into countless fragments of dawn-like light, which formed a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept around.
"Light Storm!"